I love America. No, I REALLY REALLY love America! Apparently, there's a tubby ol' bearded Omie who traipses around dressed in stars and stripes. Now, I don't really care for flag-colored clothes, but look at this guy--he pulls it off so well. Unknown to the two posing with ol' Uncle Omie, he's also one hell of a fighter. The girl made the mistake of slandering our current President, and was amazingly run through by ol' Uncle Omie's pointed umbrella tip. Now that is patriotism at its finest! I salute you ol' Uncle Omie.

Here's proof of my celtic roots. Who knew there was a McOmie clan out there? This is one of my favorite omie project images, simply because McOmie sounds like something off of the McD's menu.

"I'll take a large McOmie, to go."

If I ever meet this McOmie, I'm buying him a round of Guiness.

My people are so varied. Here's Asian Graduate Omie. If only I could grow a 'stache of that caliber. Eat your heart out, Tom Selleck.

This Omie takes an excellent picture. The omies have quite the photographer in this Omie. I give this Omie two thumbs up for using great lighting, and for looking like a real-life Shaggy. If I ever write a play entitled 'Shaggy Christ Superstar', this Omie would have the lead role.

Unfortunately, there's always a clown to ruin things. Introducing Omie the clown; the scariest damn clown I've ever seen in my life. Not only does the Omie clown appear to be a bare-footed, bourbon besotted park bum with a serious gin blossom nose; he's also Canadian. Please don't encourage the Omie clown by paying him any attention. If you look him in the eyes, he'll steal your soul and twist it into random shapes--like a case of herpes.

I wouldn't mind owning a pair of these Omie chairs. I would then say things like:

"I'm going to go sit in my comfy Omies now...nude...with some jell-o..."

The funniest thing about this, is that my brother's name is Sam. One day, I'm going to go to this place with my brother, and we will then wreak havoc. I don't think they'll appreciate us claiming loudly that we're the new owners, while standing on a table and throwing clam chowder at senior citizens.

I know there's a site out there with a popular Russian illustrator, who calls his art Omie, but I've also seen a lot of 'omie' mentioned on Russian sites. I have no idea if 'omie' means something in Russian, but this image was picked up on a rooskie page. This guy has had way too much to drink, and is most likely drawing the only thing one can draw when drunk--bewbies.

I wore purple leopard spandex shorts in 5th grade, once....shhh.

I'm not sure if this guy is related to the news reporter McOmie. However, please note that not only do omies sometimes wear the pelts of animals (see leopard woman omie), but they also seem to ride dead things. This omie appears to have had a good hunt, and is now doing what I also enjoy doing to my fallen prey--'teabagging' the hell out of them.

What the--the clown is back, and now he's roaming the rails. Stay away from the tracks! DON'T GO NEAR THE TRACKS!!!

Aw, it's a cute little knitting teddy bear omie. It's fuzzy, brown, and cuddly...just like me. Hold me.

Look, a dead omie! When I go, I'd like my tombstone to have a motion sensor that starts playing Kung-Fu Fighting, by Carl Douglas at an ear-splitting volume. I'd also like my tombstone to dispense a daily joke about how I'm dead. Like:

"Go ahead and dance on my grave. I can totally see your nuts from here."

"Elvis is dead. He just told me."

"When I come back from the dead, I'm eating your brains first."

It's an Omie in a band...or is it a train conductor Omie? When I'm not playing guitar, I also feel the need to uh, conduct trains. Truth: this image is of an Omie who is the bassist for the band Cherry Splits. I haven't heard them, but maybe they'll be big one day, and Omie will be a household name.

Thanks to the SexlessJ for suggesting this image.

It's tough to be a Grandma in today's society. I know we're all familiar with that, but do you know what's even harder than being a Grandma? Loving bunnies. It takes a very strong willed soul to love bunnies as much as Grandma Omie does. Personally, I still have a childhood vendetta against the Easter bunny, for making me think the little pellets on the floor every year were warm chocolates. SCREW YOU, EASTER BUNNY!

Thanks to the SexlessJ for suggesting this image.

For Omie Granny #2, it's all about the fish. Not just any fish--oh no--CATFISH. Don't let her warm grandmotherly smile fool you, Omie Granny #2 always has catfish hanging from her hands, and will 'fish whip' you senseless if you give her any sass.

"Sorry, Granny Omie #2--we love you. What? Yes, we know love is for sissy-girls.No, we're not eyeballing you."

Thanks to the SexlessJ for suggesting this image.

Oooh, hot girl alert! Who would have thought that someone this cute had a claim to the Omie name? I'd call her up, but you know, two omie's just don't make a right. Not to mention that I'm old and fugly. Dang!

Hooray for deviant Omies who rule their turf, or mark other turfs with the name 'omie'. I salute you, graffiti Omie, for this awesome contribution to society. I have a plan to graffiti the inside bottom of toilet bowls in many parts of California... :)

The boat isn't named omie, and neither is that tiny man on the back of it, but the boat was MADE by someone named Omie. This omie will be valuable in building me a boat to escape the impending animation of machines, by the evil influence of aliens from the dust of a passing comet...starring Emilio Estevez.